| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: spirit. For a while I was too played out to move, and lay there in my wet
clothes. Finally I asked leave to take them off. Bud, who had come back in
the meantime, helped me, or I should never have got out of them. Herky
brought up my coat, which, fortunately, I had taken off before the ducking.
I did not have the heart to speak to Dick or look at him, so I closed my
eyes and fell asleep.
It was another day when I awoke. I felt all right except for a soreness
under my arms and across my chest where the lasso had chafed and bruised
me. Still I did not recover my good spirits. Herky-Jerky kept on grinning
and cracking jokes on my failure to escape. He had appropriated my revolver
for himself, and he asked me several times if I wanted to borrow it to
The Young Forester |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe: officiate and to keep up the assemblies of the people by constant
prayers, and sometimes sermons or brief exhortations to repentance
and reformation, and this as long as any would come to hear them.
And Dissenters did the like also, and even in the very churches where
the parish ministers were either dead or fled; nor was there any room
for making difference at such a time as this was.
It was indeed a lamentable thing to hear the miserable lamentations
of poor dying creatures calling out for ministers to comfort them and
pray with them, to counsel them and to direct them, calling out to God
for pardon and mercy, and confessing aloud their past sins. It would
make the stoutest heart bleed to hear how many warnings were then
A Journal of the Plague Year |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pupil by Henry James: felt the symptoms brush his cheek and as to which he wondered much
in what form it would find its liveliest effect.
Perhaps it would take the form of sudden dispersal - a frightened
sauve qui peut, a scuttling into selfish corners. Certainly they
were less elastic than of yore; they were evidently looking for
something they didn't find. The Dorringtons hadn't re-appeared,
the princes had scattered; wasn't that the beginning of the end?
Mrs. Moreen had lost her reckoning of the famous "days"; her social
calendar was blurred - it had turned its face to the wall.
Pemberton suspected that the great, the cruel discomfiture had been
the unspeakable behaviour of Mr. Granger, who seemed not to know
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